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Sometimes ...... But Not Always I'm A Banjo, I'm a Banjo, I'm A Banjo, I'm a Banjo! (that was just the title) Here's the Haiku...... Twangy-plucky strings Half the time I annoy you Me, the other half
Toggle Commented Jan 5, 2012 on Prompt #206 at WritingClub
It was a dark and stormy night. No, wait, it was relatively early on Monday morning. She sat at her typewriter... no, compu... no, KEYBOARD. She sat at her keyboard willing the inspiration and madness to consume the blank page... monitor screen before her.... "FUCCHIT! Sunday deadlines really suck, Jill. Give me a freakin' break... did you ever hear that part in the part in the bible... you know, the BOOK, the bible that mentions Sunday is a day of rest... well, I did. So what if I mopped my floors, cleaned my attic, dusted my shoes... I shouldn't be faced with a writing deadline on a Sunday!!! So there! I quit." Linda
Toggle Commented Jan 2, 2012 on Prompt #205 at WritingClub
a single teardrop slices a heart a shy smile expresses immense gratitude a promise imprisons the conscience a slap imprints a lesson never to be unlearned an overheard word ruins the surprise a chance collision creates a life a gliding buzzard marks death a glimmer opens the soul universe
Toggle Commented Dec 29, 2011 on Prompt #204 at WritingClub
We succumb Wrapped in velvet and his lace Dreams. Be still.
Toggle Commented Dec 21, 2011 on Prompt #202 at WritingClub
Twinkle, winkle, wet.... Tinkle, inkle, dry... Such silly lines. Words on a page, the story's been set Ink sparkles in dark sky. Color on canvas, lest the artist forget Paint glistens a soft sigh. Twinkle, winkle, wet.... Tinkle, inkle, dry... Silly, silly lines. Linda Ha! Already 3 hours ahead of schedule!
Toggle Commented Dec 19, 2011 on Prompt #201 at WritingClub
Up her spine Forty-eight tiny pearls wrapped in silk bound her to the future waiting at the altar. Keep walking or Run away? Midway down the aisle The Triple-V breakfast cocktail bile Vicodin, Valium and Vodka rises in her slender throat. Keep walking or Run away? He wasn't stupid, just ignorant and arrogant as most men. Not her problem. It didn't matter. Same destiny.
Toggle Commented Dec 15, 2011 on Prompt #200 at WritingClub
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Dec 10, 2011
5 Headlines Multiple Social Media Configurations Primary Suspect in Woman's Sudden onset of Irritability & Insanity Brown Hounds Slash Heating Costs Brown Hound Hair (neither Aspirated nor Ingested) Not Linked to Premature Aging One Out of Every 1,714 Men Are Willing to Tolerate Irritable, Insane Women Who Smell Like Brown Hounds for Short Periods of Time Local Woman's Teen-Aged Children's Predictions Comes True.... "See, we told you!"
Toggle Commented Dec 11, 2011 on Prompt #199 at WritingClub
Unbeknown to Mr. Walter Crouch the Stillwater Central freight train left the Sapupla station on time and was scheduled to arrive in Lawton, Oklahoma at approximately 1:54 CST; this unprecedented timeliness would most definitely interrupt Walter's siesta. Sylvia, Mr. Crouch's wife of 32 years, had never adopted, approved, nor even appreciated her husband's tendency to incorporate a variety of strange and foreign cultural practices into their otherwise perfectly normal American life. In 7 minutes, The Stillwater Central Freight line, a subsidiary of the Topeka Railway, would show even less appreciation for Walter's predisposition.
Toggle Commented Dec 11, 2011 on Prompt #199 at WritingClub
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Dec 10, 2011